This is a song about "Hes always lyin"

Cause hes settled in a vessel

As i light one for ill will

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Licking peoples arses like hes following his cattle, he tends to mutter cus hes got a

I only got four minutes

Hes got on some crips kicks

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Buncha lyin ass rappers im the truth u seek

But hes dead so you cant

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Hopin hes the right guy

She gotta hold her head up high